Practically a twitter really

I'm in London, in my hotel. I'm very jetlagged. Landed a couple of hours ago, got into a car from Heathrow, just had a bath and shaved and somewhere in there I had a room service breakfast (although it's lunchtime) and am about to get dressed and be interviewed. Then off to a graveyard to be photographed for the Times (Stoke Newington-- Abney Park, one of my favourites, and one of the four graveyards that I folded into one for The Graveyard Book). Then the Open Rights Group talk, at which I hope I can remember my name and identity (and they may have a couple of spare tickets).

That's all. In case you were wondering.